Page 2 of Merciless Mountain Man

I did my best to sound tough, but he didn’t look the slightest bit intimidated. I didn’t blame him. There was a slight quiver in my voice that I was sure he’d noticed.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he said. “What are you doing in my cabin?”

“This isn’t your cabin.” I held up my phone, as if that proved anything. “My boss bought it and turned it into a rental.”

Even as I said the words, I realized how wrong they were. Something was definitely off. This was not the type of furniture he’d put in a rental property. It was rustic and fit the log cabin theme. But the couch was cloth. My boss preferred faux leather. Said it was more durable, especially since he allowed pets.

“You sure you have the right address?” he asked.

I sighed and lifted my phone. “3458 Memory Lane.”

I held it so he could see it, but he didn’t move. I wished he’d moved to put on some clothes. He looked hot, but I swore that big dick of his was slightly harder than it had been just seconds ago.

Was this turning him on? Was it turning me on? The answer was yes. And that was definitely unprofessional. All of this was unprofessional.

So why wasn’t I doing something about it?

“Someone in your office has it wrong,” he said. “Or you have it wrong.”

Office? Had I said something about an office? I was wearing a skirt suit, so it made sense he’d piece things together. There weren’t many people running around Seduction Summit in business suits, after all.

“This is 3458 Memory Lane,” he said. “The address your office gave you is obviously wrong.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but I was clearly in denial at this stage. I looked at my screen again. Yes, my boss had given me the wrong address.

I frowned. Or maybe he hadn’t. Maybe I’d copied it wrong. Crap. This could be all my fault. I needed to get out of here before I humiliated myself further.

“I have to go,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

He leaned against the door, now wearing a cocky smirk and nothing else. At least it was an expression. I’d been waiting for one of those from him. His neutral face was unnerving.

“I guess I’ll be seeing a lot of you then,” he said.

Again, I opened my mouth to answer, and nothing came out. I was usually quicker on the draw than this. He’d scrambled my brain.

But a naked man was standing just feet from me. It was understandable my brain would be all catawampus.

“Maybe,” I said.

Actually, it was doubtful. My boss would probably send me up here, but I’d be blasting past this guy’s cabin or stopping before I got to it. There’d be no reason for me to see this guy again unless I made it happen.

“I’ll be at the bar at the lodge after work,” I said. “Six o’clock tonight. If, you know, you wanted to hang out.”

Hang out. The guy wasdefinitelyhanging out. I was not going to blush like a shy schoolgirl as I realized what those words meant.

I was being forward, direct, and confident. Just as I’d always dreamed I’d be when I met a guy I found attractive. And Ireallyfound this guy attractive. Naked or not, I would have felt drawn to him from the second I saw him. In fact, if he’d had clothes on, all of this probably would have been a heck of a lot easier.

“I may take you up on that,” he said. “My name is Dane, by the way.”

“Maybe I’ll see you around.”

Before I could say something stupid, I headed out the door, my head held high, a little extra swing in my step as I went. Only as I stepped out onto the porch did it hit me. He’d introduced himself, but I’d forgotten to give my name. I could turn around and call it back, but that would be weird.

Besides, maybe it was best to leave it a mystery. He might be just intrigued enough to show up at the bar after work.

I smiled at that thought. Yeah, I definitely wanted to see him again.

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